Episode 8: Hypnosis
“Relax. Close your eyes. You are drifting,
drifting, backwards into the darkness…”
Angela Wright felt Doctor Snell’s soothing voice
wrap around her like a warm blanket; calm, relaxing, safe.
As Angela sank into a deep hypnotic state, Doctor
Snell continued. “It is September fifteenth, late afternoon, where are
“I…I’m outside the school,” mumbled Angela.
The school is closed but David’s car is still in the car park. I must
“Where are you now?”
“I’m at the back of the school. There is a
classroom light on. I can see David inside. He’s talking to another
teacher. She is bending over the teacher’s desk. Oh my God! He’s
“How do feel?”
“He’s my husband. Her shouldn’t be with her!”
“You’re divorced. But you feel jealousy.”
“Yes! Yes! I’m jealous. I have to stop them!”
“As you watch,” said the doctor calmly, “your
jealousy fades. You feel guilty. You are in the wrong. You are a bad
“I’m a bad girl,” repeated Angela.
“Bad girls should be spanked.”
“Yes. I’m so bad. I should be spanked.”
“Yes,” said the doctor. “Whenever you feel
jealousy about your ex-husband, the feelings will turn to guilt and you
will be possessed with an undeniable urge to be spanked. You must be
spanked. You will do anything to be spanked.”
“Yes. I’m bad. I must be spanked.”
Doctor Snell had been treating Angela for weeks,
trying to break the insane possessive jealousy that caused her to stalk
her ex-husband. Every conventional treatment had failed. Now he was trying
a radical approach; a combination of replacement and aversion therapy. His
aim was to plant ideas deep in Angela’s subconscious to replace jealousy
with guilt and at the same time drive Angela to attract a painful consequence for the unwanted behaviour.
“On the count of five you will awaken. You will feel relaxed and refreshed. One two three, waking up, four and five, wide awake and feeling great.”
Angela opened her eyes and gave a deep sigh. She
smiled at the Doctor and sat up. Snell reached into a drawer and pulled
out a photograph. He handed it to Angela. Instantly her expression changed
as raging jealousy swept over her. The doctor had been to the school
concert the night before and had photographed Angela’s ex-husband David
and his girlfriend Susan holding hands.
As Angela studied the photograph her feelings started
to change. “I shouldn’t be jealous,” she thought. “I’m wrong.
I’m so bad. Why would I feel that way? I...I should be punished. I must
be punished. I must be spanked!”
Angela climbed off the consulting couch. “Doctor
Snell. I’m so sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused. I want you to
“That would be most unprofessional Miss Wright.”
“But you must! You must!” cried Angela. “Doctor
if you don’t give me the spanking of my life, then I will tell everyone
that you assaulted me when I was hypnotised!”
“But that’s a lie. Miss Wright, please be
Doctor Snell could feel his “Frankenstein”
creation getting out of hand. He backed away but Angela strode forward.
She leaned down and with a sweep of her arm she hurled everything from the
Doctors desk onto the floor. Then seductively, with a mischievous grin she
lowered herself over the desk and pushed out her bottom. Her short pencil
skirt stretched tight.
“Spank me Doctor. Now!”
“Miss Wright, I…”
“Now Doctor! Don’t argue. Just do it!”
Doctor Snell resigned himself to the task. He placed
his left hand on Angela’s back then raised his right hand and gave her a
hearty smack. Angela jumped but the smack did little to ease her raging
need to be punished and she turned angrily to the doctor.
“Is that the best you can do? Stop tickling me. I
want to be punished. Now spank me hard!”
The doctor picked up the pace and smacked each cheek
alternately. After a dozen hard slaps Doctor Snell was working up a sweat.
In the outer office, the doctor’s receptionist,
Mavis, could hear the spanking taking place. She knew that Snell often
tried unconventional cures but this shocked her. She was really concerned
about the young lady on the receiving end of Snell’s treatment. She
pictured her crying over his knee, as he beat the obsession out of her.
Mavis could not stand by and let this continue. She burst into Snell’s
room and opened her mouth to protest. But Mavis was stopped in her tracks.
She was astounded to see the wanton young woman pushing out her bottom and
demanding that the poor doctor should put more effort into the spanking.
Doctor Snell was red faced and looking very unhappy. Mavis decided she
would have to come to the rescue.
“Doctor, Doctor, please, allow me to assist. I know
exactly how to deal with this young madam.”
Doctor Snell looked embarrassed but relived and he
stepped back. Mavis strode forward and took hold of Angela’s ear,
pulling her up from the desk.
“Ow, ow, what are you doing? Let me go,” cried
“You come with me,” said Mavis, dragging Angela
towards a leather couch. She sat down and pulled the protesting girl over
“Doctor Snell, would you be so kind as to fetch the
hairbrush from my desk drawer?”
Angela’s eyes opened wide as panic swept over her.
She tried to twist off Mavis’s knee but the receptionist held her firm.
Mavis had raised three daughters and she was well experienced at holding
down a struggling young woman for a sound spanking. Angela was confused.
On the one hand she had a burning need to be punished but on the other
hand she had lost control of the situation and she was terrified of the
dominating woman who was about to blister her bottom. She was right to be
frightened. Mavis raised her hand high and began to spank, hard!
Smack after smack echoed around the office as Mavis
laid into Angela’s thinly covered rump. Angela, kicked, struggled and
tried in vane to cover her stinging bottom. The hypnotic suggestion that
had driven her to demand a spanking evaporated.
Stop. I’ve had enough!”
“Have you indeed?” said Mavis. “Well I
haven’t. I won’t tolerate your foul tempered demands. You need to
learn a lesson and you need to learn it now.”
Doctor Snell arrived with Mavis’s hairbrush. Mavis
grabbed the hem of Angela’s mini skirt and with a few short tugs she
pulled it up to her waist, revealing lemon panties and pink flesh. Angela
cried in protest but Mavis was determined to drive home her lesson. She
took hold of the hairbrush and continued the spanking.
“No, no, no,” wept Angela. “Let me go!” He
bottom blazed under the incessant thrashing and tears ran freely down her
Finally Mavis tired and with a last hard thwack she
released Angela who rolled off her knee and sat crying on the floor. Dr
Snell cleared his throat.
“Er, OK Miss Wright. If I might just ask you a
question before you leave. How do you feel about this.” Snell handed her
the photograph once again. Angela took one brief look and threw it away.
She turned angrily to the doctor.
“I never want to see my ex-husband again,” she
spat. “I don’t know what I saw in him!”
“That’s a very promising start, Miss Wright. I think you may finally be moving in the right direction.”
Two weeks passed and Angela barely gave David a
second thought. At last she felt free of the mad obsession that had been
ruining her life. It was Saturday morning and she was at the gym.
Peter Forester paused in his exercise to admire the
erotic sight of Angela’s bottom gently rising and falling as she lay
face down performing her leg curls. Angela paused and turned to face him.
“What are you staring at?” she said with a note
“A’m sorry luv,” said Peter with a strong
Yorkshire accent. “You have a fantastic arse and I just couldn’t keep
my eye’s off it.”
Angela blushed, unsure whether to be flattered or
angry. She swung off the leg curl bench and walked away swaying her hips.
As she turned the corner she came face to face with David.
“What the hell are you doing here,” demanded
Angela. “You know I use the gym on Saturday mornings.”
Before David could answer, Susan came up and hooked
her arm into his. Instantly the doctor’s good work was swept away as a
raging wave of jealousy flooded Angela’s emotions.
“Why you…I…” Angela started to stutter.
Before she could tell David’s trollop what she
really thought of her, Doctor Snell’s deep hypnotic suggestion took over
and her emotions turned from jealous rage to guilt and regret. An
overwhelming need to be punished took over.
David and Susan watched, mystified as the normally fiery Angela
turned and fled in tears.
Angela wove her way through the gym, checking each
piece of equipment until she found the man she needed. Peter Forester was
laid out on the bench press. His huge chest heaved and sweat glistened on
his powerful biceps as he pushed upward on a barbell loaded with heavy
“Ha, am I supposed to be impressed,” laughed
“Uh? What? What the hell…?” said Peter, nearly
dropping the weights. He lowered the barbell onto the stand and sat up.
“What do you think you’re doing you daft bugger? I could have
dropped that load on my chest.”
“Ooooh sorry”, said Angela in mock seriousness.
“I’m such a naughty girl.”
“Damn right you are,” said Peter. “I’ve a
good mind to yank those shorts down and tan that beautiful arse of
“Really?” said Angela, turning her back to Peter
and patting her bottom. “Maybe you should.”
Peter reached out and grabbed Angela by the wrist.
“No!” she cried. “Not here. Lets find somewhere more private.”
The couple left the main gym hall and walked along a
short corridor. Angela lead the way and Peter walked behind her admiring
her long blond hair, slim waist revealed by her cropped tee-shirt, peach
bottom in running shorts and long bronzed legs.
“I’ve had enough of this,” said Peter as they
came to the door of the male changing rooms. With surprising speed for his
size, Peter wrapped a meaty arm around Angela’s waist. She squealed as
she was lifted off her feet, and carried inside. There were a few shouts
of protest from semi-undressed men but these quickly turned to cries of
encouragement as Peter sat down and swung Angela over his knee.
lass, I’m going to tan your arse until you can’t sit down for a
Angela squeezed her eyes shut and tensed ready for
the first smack. She was torn between a fierce desire to be punished and
an intense terror that she had chosen a muscle bound giant who was really
going to sting her scarcely covered bottom. She expected fire to burst
across her cheeks any second but instead, to her horror, she felt an icy
breeze as Peter grabbed the waistband of her shorts and panties and
dragged them down her thighs. Then the pain exploded.
was not a gentleman. He knew nothing of subtlety. He was faced with the
delightful bottom of a girl who had invited him to spank her. He looked
down at the pale porcelain flesh where a red blotch was already forming
and grinned. This girl was going to really get her wish. Taking a firm
grip on Angela’s slim waist, Peter set about delivering an unforgettable
spanking. Smack after smack rained down on Angela’s quivering derriere.
Her bottom blazed a fiery red. Tears flooded down her cheeks as she
writhed and struggled. Despite his size and strength, Peter was having
difficulty controlling Angela’s flailing arms and legs until two of his
friends, Dave and Nick, joined him on the bench. Dave wrapped an arm
around Angela’s ankles and Nick took hold of her wrists. Angela wailed
in despair at the painful predicament she had talked herself into. She
shouted curses at the three men but this just encouraged Peter to spank
harder. After a few dozen smacks, Peter paused and blew cool breath on his
stinging hand. Dave took the opportunity to land a few hard smacks of his
A towel wrapped guy at the other side of the changing
room had been enjoying the spectacle and seeing Peter struggling with a
sore hand, he reached into his bag and pulled out a rubber soled gym shoe.
“Here mate,” he said, walking over to Peter and
handing over the shoe. “This is what you need.”
Peter gratefully gripped the flexible footwear and
slapped it down hard with a satisfying thwack on Angela’s sore bottom.
Angela howled. She fought like a tigress but she could not free herself
from the grip of the three spankers. Peter launched into a frantic tirade
of stinging whacks, doling out the spanking with renewed enthusiasm. The
whole of Angela’s bottom turned vivid scarlet under the relentless
thrashing. Finally with three super hard smacks the spanking ended. Dave
and Nick released their grip and Peter helped Angela to her feet.
Angela tearfully pulled up her panties and shorts,
easing them over her burning bottom. Without a word to the three men she
turned and marched out of the changing room with one hand wiping her eyes
and one very gently rubbing her bottom.
Two days later, Angela sat uncomfortably in Doctor
Snell’s consulting room. She was still having trouble sitting anywhere.
“Miss Wright, how can I help you? I wasn’t
expecting you until your next regular consultation.”
“It’s this latest treatment, Doctor.
It's worked. I’m cured. You can hypnotise me again now and
remove the spanking thing.” Angela shuffled painfully on her seat. “I
know its you that’s made me like this and I don’t need it any
“I’m afraid it doesn’t work quite like that,”
said the doctor. “The need to be spanked will fade away as you learn to
control your jealousy.”
“I don’t feel jealous anymore,” said Angela. “Look, show me the photo.”
“Well, if you’re quite sure,” said Doctor
Snell, reaching into his drawer for the picture of David and Susan. He
hesitantly handed over the photograph.
Angela looked at the picture and then put it down on
the doctor’s desk. “See. No feelings of jealousy. No stalking. I’m
“Well done,” said the doctor. “You have made
tremendous progress. I’m very pleased that you have overcome this
problem, and just in time for the wedding.”
“Wedding?” said Angela.
“Oh, didn’t you know,” said Snell. “David and
Susan are to be married.”
In the outer office, the doctor’s receptionist was
just filing a patient’s record when there was a loud crash from the
doctor’s consulting room. It sounded as though once again Angela had
swept the contents of the doctor’s desk onto the floor. Doctor Snell
came to the door looking flushed.
“Ah Mavis, would you be so good as to assist me once again with Miss Wright. Oh and bring your hairbrush.”
End of Season One
If you missed the episode where David spanked Susan in the classroom after school see